"Why Virginia Woolf?" is a question I get asked
fairly often, as in "Why would you want to write a
contemporary novel that spins out of the life and work of
someone as, well, scary and forbidding and SERIOUS as Virginia
Woolf?"
Sometimes I just shrug. Hey, a novel's got to be about
something, right? And sometimes, when I'm feeling spry, I say,
"Because she was a genius and a visionary, because she
was a rock star, because she was the first writer to split the
atom, because I'm in love with her, because she knew that
everyone, every single person, is the hero of his or her own
epic story."
For me, a
significant part of her greatness lies in her insistence that
there are no ordinary lives, just inadequate ways of looking
at them. Woolf understood that most of our lives look ordinary
from the outside, but that to us they are anything but; to us
our lives are enormous and fascinating, even if they appear to
be made up largely of work, errands, meals and sleep. She
spent her career writing the extraordinary, epic tales of
people who seem to be doing nothing unusual at all. If most
great writers scan the heavens like astrophysicists, Woolf
looked penetratingly at the very small, like a microbiologist.
Through her books, we understand that the workings of atomic
particles are every bit as mysterious and enormous as the
workings of galaxies -- it all depends on whether you look out
or look in.
-- Michael
Cunningham, author of The Hours
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